Today is Chacha Nehru’s birthday, its Children’s Day in India. Chacha is what we call our father’s younger brother’s in hindi, my so-called first language.
We met for lunch at my favourite japanese hole in the wall restaurant on Powell / Washington in SF today. I got to hear first hand about his visit to the Presidential Palace in Estonia, to Ireland, to Sweden and Italy. But I fear I might have to buy the second book Shel will write else he might throw potato croquettes at me again. Did I mention he likes to play with his food?
What else does one say when one gets to meet someone one has only read finally in person? That it is true – the fact that if you subscribe to someone’s writing and enjoy reading it there is a very high likelihood that you will therefore enjoy talking to them and meeting them in person?